Life Is Just A Tire Swing

[Intro: ]Bm G A D I remember the smell of the creosote plant E F#m Gdim E7 A Bm Cdim A when we'd have to eat on Easter with my crazy old uncle and aunt G A D They lived in a big house Antebellum style G D G D and the wind would blow across the old bayou A D and I was a tranquil little child [Refrão] D Bm Life was just a tire swing G D 'Jambalaya' was the only song I could sing G D Black-berry pickin', eatin' fried chicken G D A and I never knew a thing about pain Bm Life was just a tire swing In a few summers my folks packed me off to camp yeah, me and my cousin' Baxter in our pup tent with a lamp And in a few days Baxter went home, and he left me by myself And I knew that I'd stay, it was better that way and I could get along without any help (2nd chorus) Life was just a tire swing 'Jambalaya' was the only song I could sing Chasin' after sparrows with rubber-tipped arrows knowin' I could never hurt a thing and life was just a tire swing Bm G F#m Em D And I've never been west of New Orleans nor east of Pensacola G F#m E7 A My only contact with the outside world was an R.C.A. Victrola Bm A And Elvis would sing and then I'd dream about expensive cars E7 and who would've figured twenty years later A E7 F#m7 I'd be rubbin' shoulders with the stars Bm Life was just a tire swing Then the other morning on some Illinois road I fell asleep at the wheel But was quickly wakened up by a 'Ma Bell' telephone pole and a bunch of Grant Wood faces screaming 'Is he still alive?' But through the window I could see it hangin' from a tree and I knew that I had survived Last Chorus: Life was just a tire swing 'Jambalaya's still the best song that I sing Black-berry pickin', eatin' fried chicken And I finally learned a lot about pain 'Cause life is just a tire swing Life was just a tire swing